'But it's gone,' Corrie wanted to say, because this didn't feel like something she could just brush off and tend to later, it felt important but...
Her legs were fine, and the floor was dirty and she wanted to leave this room, wherever else they went instead. "I think so?" she said, trying to push herself up with her uninjured hand, but as she pushed up and breathed in, something stabbed at her unexpectedly - she stayed up, but let out all her breath in a rush, and wobbled dangerously. "Ow?" she said weakly.